My Thoughts Are With You

At times it seems that no one cares
And life’s a long climb up steep stairs.
You have no leisure, time to pause,
No moments that are only yours,
No time to meditate or dream,
To lock your doors and let of steam.
Others need you, unaware
That of yourself you should take care.
You get the call, you have to run,
No time to think of number one.

I’d like to help. What can I do?
I’ll say a prayer with love for you
And hope that someone somewhere sees
You have a problem they can ease.

by Terry Donovan

Comments (1)

This was a lovely caring poem and I'm sure the recipient was greaty touched by it.